Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 106: now

Olivia felt it—the pulse of his release under her, the way his cock swelled and jerked, the warmth seeping through faintly.

"Oh my god—you just fucking—" she gasped, her thighs tightening, her pussy clenching hard at the sensation, pushing her closer to the edge.

And then Nellie shattered.

Her thighs clamped tight around Lor’s face, her entire body seizing as she cried out, loud and sweet, a high-pitched moan of pure release, her small breasts bouncing as she arched.

She gushed—gushed—onto Lor’s mouth, her pussy flooding him with her juices, thighs trembling, body rocking as the orgasm ripped through her, her wide hips grinding down harder, smothering him in her release.

Her voice cracked on his name, breathless and broken. "L-Lor... I’m—I’m cuh—cumming—!"

Her body quaked, chest heaving, her pussy grinding and jerking on his face as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her juices dripping down his chin, soaking him completely.

Only Olivia remained—grinding, swollen, painfully close, but untouched by full release.

Her panties were sticky, her pussy dripping and rubbing desperately against his softening cock, her clit throbbing with need, her full breasts heaving as she chased the edge, whimpers slipping from her lips.

And then the ding of the clock echoed like a gavel.

Ten minutes.

The ritual was complete.

But only two had finished.

And Olivia sat there—on top of Lor’s cock— aching, undone.

Nellie’s thighs trembled as she slowly lifted herself from Lor’s face, her breath still catching in her throat, her gray eyes wide with post-orgasmic haze.

His cheeks were slick with her arousal, chin gleaming in the candlelight, lips parted, his tousled black hair plastered slightly to his forehead from the heat trapped beneath her thick thighs.

"Oh—s-sorry! Sorry, Lor!" she squeaked, her voice quivering with embarrassment as she scrambled off the bed, her freckled cheeks burning crimson, reaching her collarbone.

Her wide hips swayed with each hurried step, her thick thighs rubbing together, her wet swollen lips glinting and dripping as she bent to dig through Lor’s wardrobe for a towel.

Lor sat up, wiping his face lazily with the corner of the towel she handed him, the taste of Nellie’s sweet musk still heavy on his tongue, his cock softening but still throbbing faintly in his cum-soaked pants.

Olivia rose too, groaning slightly as she rolled off his lap, her full breasts straining against her blouse as she stood, her lavender lace panties soaked through, her clit swollen and needy after ten agonizing minutes of grinding with no release.

Her flushed skin was taut with frustration, her hazel eyes blazing, thighs twitching from restrained arousal, her round ass flexing as she adjusted her stance.

She glared at Lor, lips parted—just enough for him to catch the tension burning behind her gaze, her pussy still pulsing with unmet desire.

Lor leaned toward her, his voice dropping to a whisper, warm against her flushed ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You didn’t cum. That’s unfair. Nellie and I had a good ending," he murmured, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "Let me fix that for you. Return the favor."

Olivia turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his from the side, a sharpness in her glare—but underneath, the ache was obvious, her pussy clenching at his words, her full breasts rising with a quick breath.

"...Fine," she muttered, her voice husky with need. "You better be good."

She turned to Nellie, her tone sharp but tinged with urgency. "Turn around. Now."

Nellie blinked, startled, still clutching the towel, her thick thighs quivering. "W-what?"

"Just... turn. Please," Olivia insisted, her cheeks flushing as she braced herself.

Nellie nodded quickly and spun toward the window, her back to the bed, her freckled cheeks burning hotter.

She tugged her white cotton panties back up, the damp fabric clinging to her pussy, then slipped her pants over her wide hips, buttoning them with shaking fingers.

She folded her arms tight and stared at the moon outside, trying to focus on anything but the soft creak of the bed behind her, her small breasts rising with nervous breaths.

But she heard it.

Every breath.

Every moan.

On the bed, Olivia positioned herself on all fours, her round ass swaying slightly in the candlelight, her lavender lace panties stretched tight across her soaked pussy, outlining her swollen folds.

"Do it," she hissed, her full breasts hanging heavy, nipples hard against her blouse as she arched her back, presenting herself to him.

Lor didn’t need to be told twice.

He knelt behind her, hands firm on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her round ass as he slowly peeled her panties aside—just enough to expose her glistening, swollen pussy, the lips flushed and dripping with want, her clit throbbing visibly in the dim light.

He spread her cheeks gently, exposing her tight, puckered hole and the slick heat of her entrance, her pussy twitching under his gaze.

He lowered his face and dragged his tongue slowly along her slit, bottom to top, savoring the tangy sweetness of her arousal, his lips brushing her clit lightly.

Olivia gasped, her body lurching forward, her full breasts bouncing as her fingers gripped the sheets.

Lor did it again, slower this time, his tongue flattening along her heat, teasing, lapping at her juices, his hands keeping her ass spread wide as he focused on her clit, circling it with a light flick, then a harder one.

Her body jerked, her round hips bucking back into his mouth, a low moan spilling from her lips, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"Fuck—Lor..." she breathed, her voice rough with need, her full breasts swaying with each shudder.

He sucked softly on her clit, his tongue dancing in fast strokes, then slow again, varying the rhythm until Olivia’s moans turned into something low and desperate, her pussy dripping onto his chin.

Her hips ground back against his mouth, chasing the pleasure, her round ass flexing under his grip.

His hands slid along her thighs, kneading the softness, then slipped between her legs, fingers teasing her entrance while his mouth never left her clit.